Birthdays Without My Ex Are Awesome
I feel more loved alone than I did while married
Today is my birthday. To be fair, I might’ve pregamed last night. Unfortunately (or fortunately) I ran into the very (very) good-looking guy who just moved into our building.
Thankfully, he had his son with him.
If not, I might’ve told him I was his forever.
Vodka’s not my friend.
But I digress.
Birthdays without my ex are awesome. They’re completely normal. It’s a happy day. There are no tears, no disappointment, and no battles.
There’s something even more amazing.
I feel loved on my birthday.
Weird, right?
I feel more loved alone than when I was with a man.
That’s a hard riddle to figure out, or maybe it’s not. My birthday was a reminder of how ignored I was. I never needed my husband on the average day. I never needed him to show up in my life.
But on my birthday I did.
When I tried to speak to him about it the conversation was always the same.
“Birthdays are important,” I said.
